Half moon tonight. Two weeks in Ealing and the streets don’t echo like they used to East. One flatmate got stood up, came home like heartbreak was just another shift. I took my eBay suit to get tailored, thinking maybe I’ll wear it somewhere that matters. Rent’s paid so dinner is oatmeal and a banana. Found a cat or maybe didn’t—either way it looked at me like it knew things. I’ll carry on keeping an eye out.









